Dylan's POV
I woke up once again to the delightful sound of the contents of Emma's stomach being thrown up into the toilet. It has been like this for the past 5 days or so...when she's been here. We've gotten into this pretty big fight and she keeps staying over at other people's houses, leaving me on my lonesome.
I sighed, contemplating whether I should go help her and risk my life or stay in the warm comfort of my...our bed. As soon as the sound of her sobbing echoed throughout the reasonably large bathroom I took the brave decision of risking my life and walking into the bathroom. The poor girl was sat right in front of the toilet bowl, head in her hands. I stood at the door frame for a while, trying to pick out the beautiful in her...even if she was puking. She hadn't noticed me yet, that was until I bent down next to her. Her teary eyes looked sorrowfully into mine, as if she was begging for help. My heart instantly broke and my arm flew around her shoulder, embracing her for a split second before I was harshly shoved off.
"Emma, babe...please let me help you. You're sick." I mumbled, criss-crossing my legs on the bathroom floor.
"I don't need your help."
"What? So you're going to sit in here all day, throwing up all of your insides and I'm not allowed to do anything?"
"Yes." She nodded firmly. "You know what? Maybe Britt needs your help...I mean you obviously love spending time with her and all..."
"Oh come on!" I groaned.
"What? You spent a whole week with her Dyl. She texts you all the fucking time...don't think I don't see them because I do."
"Do you really think I'm still in love with her...after all of the shit that we've been through? Do you think I could fall in love with someone that fast?"
Her face immediately fell, her face turning from the colour of sickness to the colour of almost death. "What?" She whispered.
I raised an eyebrow, attempting to grab her hand as she scrambled up. "No." She kept muttering.
"No that's not what I was suggesting at all...AT ALL!!" Oh shit, this is not good. "I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME DYLAN. YOU SAID THAT IN YOUR FUCKING VOWS, YOU PROMISED TO LOVE ME UNTIL THE END OF FUCKING TIME!!" She stormed out, meaning I had to follow her.
"Emma no wait. That's not what I meant...all those things are true baby please don't get mad."
"NO! NO YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M DONE OKAY I'M DONE. I WAS JUST SAYING THAT MAYBE SHE WANTS YOU BACK BUT THEN YOU TALK ABOUT ALL THIS SHIT ABOUT YOU LOVING HER AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK!! MAYBE YOU DO LOVE HER MAYBE SHE IS BETTER FOR YOU! WHO WOULD WANT TO STICK WITH THE FREAKING PSYCHO COW WHO RAN AWAY FOR A MONTH BECAUSE OF HER EVEN MORE PSYCHO DAD! I GET IT DYLAN I GET IT BUT JUST IT FUCKING HURTS!!"
"What the hell are you saying? You are taking this the wrong way. Please don't say that...please."
"YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT JUST FUCKING LEAVE ALREADY GET IT OVER WITH!"
"How is this easy for you?"
"What?"
"To say all these lies...these awful things without it hurting you in any way."
"I-I don't know."
"You know none of that is true...none of it."
"Then tell me why you were with Britt the whole week."
"What?"
"I KNEW IT!!"
"Umm."
"YOU LYING SCHEMING CHEAT!!"
